Tension

Duality….

Paradox….

Split…..

Unified….

I cannot grasp what is happening in my heart and mind lately.

If I dare share it, I run the risk of being ostracized, questioned, discredited… for what little credit I even have. So, why not share?

Fear.

Fear is exactly where the Enemy likes to keep us, treading the waters of fear. But in reality, what is fear? I have heard fear being defined as “false evidence appearing real” and that is why we embrace fear. We are shown evidence that, by all rights, appears to be the reality of the situation at hand. However, the reality is the truth, absent of opinion, of slant. Reality is what is it is, yet our view of that reality is, more often than not, warped depending upon which glass we view it through. And so, the warped view of reality and the potential ramifications of that false reality habitually keeps us from stepping into the clarity of Truth. Sadly, we live within the bondage of fear.

So, in a moment of fleshly insanity, I am stepping out of the raging waters of fear and onto solid ground of Truth.

The further I follow God’s lead the more confused I become.

          Heresy, I know.

The more confusing life becomes while following God, the more at peace I am.

          Sound like a typical schizophrenic, I am aware.

Hence, my reluctance to be transparent.

But isn’t that exactly what Paul was trying to explain in 2 Corinthians 12.9b-10

Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, 

so that Christ's power may rest on me. 

That is why, for Christ's sake, 

I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. 

For when I am weak, then I am strong. 

It is the Truth that Jesus shared in Matthew 20.16

"So the last will be first, and the first will be last." 

Fragmented thoughts today, maybe.

This much I do know, I am more today than who I ever thought I could be and THAT is something I believe is within the reach of simply everyone.

I know it is oblivious but, not everyone is like me. And while I have my own experiences and ideas which have helped shaped who I am today, That doesn’t mean I can, should or even want to force myself and my ideas onto others. But I do believe that there are many who are not living up to their God given potential simply because no one has told them they can be more, better, happier, peace filled.

I love people and desire to see them succeed. I have to accept who and where they are in order to navigate the journey with them. Sometimes, that appears to be less salt and light and more approval of the cultural norms of this world. But there is a difference between acceptance and approval.

So while I know who I was and embrace who I am, I live a fragmented life in the tension between the two, the balance of what was, what is and what is yet to be, the tension between acceptance and approval.

The end thoughts of all of this rambling…

Walk a mile in another’s shoes before dropping the gavel of judgment on their road.

Look at everyone through the lens of love, understanding that someone loves them… a mother, a sister, a child, a puppy.

EVERYONE is worthy of someone’s love and therefore, worthy PERIOD.

Covered in the dust

~Christy

Somewhere in Time by Victor Bregeda

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Just 3 inches

So, yesterday it rained.  It rained hard and fast.  It rained a lot in a very short period of time.  Seriously, I think the most recent report I heard was nearly 3 inches of rain in an hour.  Three inches doesn't sound like much, but when we typically don’t get 3 inches of rain in an entire summer month around here..... we begin to focus the lens a bit.  

Three inches isn't unmanageable, but 3 inches in less than 2 hours, and we adjust the focus a bit more, the picture becoming sharper.  

It was only 3 inches.  But the damage left in the wake of those three inches was mind bending, honestly. And the picture is crystal clear and it is devastating. 

Roads usually easily passable, left essentially erased.  The 30 minute journey home stretched to an agonizing double hour trip.  Paths rarely traveled, forced to bear the brunt of unexpected detouring motorists.  Lanes which would never be purposefully followed to get home, became major thoroughfares. 

Virtually unnoticed streams and creeks, which usually babble gently and clearly downhill on their journey toward larger rivers, now massive and undeniably present.  The boundaries between the banks and the land they had carved out were indistinct. 

Three inches, transformed in changed landscape, changed plans, changed lives. 

It is hard to wrap your mind around the massive power which left such destruction in its wake, and it’s all because of three inches of rain.  As I drove through the flats today, which less than 12 hours earlier were under water, I could see the path of devastation.  The grass along the edge of the creek was flattened down, in a strange pattern from the force of the rushing water pushing it flat against the ground, and keeping it there for a long period of time.  A garage pushed from its base and tipped over, much like a child who has his feet kicked out from underneath him.  Tires picked up and thrown in to the current abandoned in the middle of an unfamiliar field.  Sticks and twigs speared through fencing.  A Christmas ornament precariously dangles off of the top railing of the bridge.  It is an odd sight, some things obviously destroyed; others, not so obvious,  but definitely not as it was before the rain started. 

As I surveyed the landscape, I was brought up short by this thought…

 "Sin has the same effect on our lives as this storm had on this land."

And as I tried to dismiss the thought as over analytically or zealous, it became as clear as the sight before me. 

Just three inches of rain.  How many times have we heard the justification of “just 3 inches?”   The tempest swirls above our heads and the temptation is great.  The first compromise falls and the justification begins with the first, the second and third follow rapidly on the heels of the first.  And the drain of repentance is closed.  And circumstances rush beyond our control, and the damage floats in every drop that surrounds and floods us.  Once we realize what is happening, and we pull the plug out of repentance, the waters begin to subside.  The waters recede and we breathe deeply a sigh of relief with the ending of the chaos.  And, often we convince ourselves into thinking the worst is over. 

But is it?  Is the current storm of sin really the worst we endure?

I think the aftermath we have yet to face is even more troublesome than the storm itself. 

Just like the clean-up my neighbors are dealing with following the 3 inches of rain yesterday, I have other friends who are dealing with the aftermath of a tempest of sin which has altered the landscape of their lives and the lives of countless people around them. 

The storm is over, and everyone is grateful for repentance which has allowed the flood to subside, but their lives are forever changed, and now begins the hard work of restoration.  This is the time when, while everyone is dealing with the issues this flood has caused in their own lives, 

people are still willing to step out and help the neighbors, 

those who have been hit the hardest, 

those who need help the most. 

And even when life seems to have been reestablished, 

and the storm is nothing but a bad dream, 

and we are rested from the work, 

and we have found our new normal, 

We should not be surprised when we find a puddle remaining that we missed during clean up.  And we revisit the hurt, and forgive again, and continue to clean up our hearts.  

But we cannot go on without preparing ourselves to avoid such devastation in the future.  While we cannot avoid all the circumstances that come our way, we can prepare for and avoid the tempests created when we step away from the nature of God and refuse to allow “just 3 inches” to flood our lives. 

Staying covered in the dust of the Rabbi in order to avoid the flood~

Christy

Fairy Godmother

My tummy hurts today.

Too much coffee… or.... attempting to hit the reset on life as I know it.

We could go with the coffee theory but, I am pretty sure that simply is not the case.

I was coaxed out of a sweet slumber this morning with little hands on my face and a warm snuggle from my second favorite guy.  (But don’t tell him he’s second to his daddy, he gets upset.)  As we cuddled and eased our eyes open to the day, he said something that resonated in my heart,

“I love these times together.” With a sleepy grin

“What times Bud?” I whispered

“When it’s just you and me, Mama.”  

And he kissed my cheek and bounced out of bed and off to the kitchen in search of the elusive breakfast.

As I slothfully followed my bouncing bundle of boy, 

I thought how I am not quite ready for it to be just him and me, 

but how normal it seems when it is.  

Because of the vast chasm in age between all of my children, each of them have had exclusive one on one time with me while the others have been off at school, work, sports, friends, church, etc….  

So being alone with each my babies is not a novelty. 

But this season, this is different. 

I am so excited that my fairest of flowers is blooming 

in the most beautiful way 

as she has embarked on her collegiate adventure.  

And, while her relocation to campus means a freedom of sorts 

in regards to balancing 5 people here at home for me, 

it also brings with it a bit of a bitter taste. 

Yes, my goal as a mama has been to train her up, 

give her wings, 

help her understand what I understand of life… 

but when she steps out and puts all of those things into practice, 

this mama, while proud of the lessons learned, 

is melancholy for the job well done. 

The planning is over.  

The preparation is completed.  

The anticipation, reached.  

And I guess, 

much like Fairy Godmother must have felt to see Cinderella off to the ball, 

I am excited to hear of her adventures, 

while waving goodbye as she sets off.  

She is beautiful. 

She is prepared. 

She knows the expectations. 

She is fully equipped. 

She has a mission.  

She is confident.  I have done my job and now all I can do is wave and wait…

Several times this week, in several different ways I have heard the Lord whisper to me 

“Well done, good and faithful one…”  

And several times I have inhaled His grace 

and exhaled my fear, 

and my anxiety, 

and my pain. 

I am appreciative He has been at the helm as we have raised her.  

I am overwhelmed by His care not only of her but of us as well.  

I am thankful for His salvation.  

I am blessed by our child and His.

And now as I wave and wait, I will gather myself together, chew on a few Tums _r and focus on the other two who are still here.  Their time to launch will come before we know it.  

Guess I had better get ready, the next one graduates in 5 brief years!  

Covered in His Dust~Ch  

Missing you.... Missing me.... Just missing

I wasn't going to write about this observation, but it has a hold of me and it won’t let go. 

So, #1 child has a best friend.  Lately they have been drifting apart, and while she is sad about that, she understands extenuating circumstances.  She trusts that their relationship is strong enough to weather the storm.  She will always be a friend.  Isn't that the way it should be? 

The other day I noticed on social media this friend was tagged in a picture with another and the caption read something about “best friends.”  I am happy for both girls.  I understand the need to have true, lasting and healthy friendships in life.

But it got me to wondering….

Does the new best friend know that there once was another, before her? 

Does she know that there is another who she could thank for laying the foundation of true friendship? 

Now please don’t misunderstand….. #1 child, while feeling slightly orphaned,  is very excited for her bestie who has finally found what she has always wanted, a friend her own age who loves her without condition.

I wonder….why is it that we, although created to be highly relational, cannot be more inclusive of those we love?

But, #2 child has added fuel to my questioning fire. 

She has a best friend, as much as a middle school-er can have a best friend.  They just met a few months ago and spent a lot of time together.  But lately her best friend doesn't seem to have much time for her.  The notes which used to be passed between the two like water over Niagara Falls has slowed to an occasional rain drop in the midst of a drought. And she is feeling parched.

And #2 child doesn't understand why.

I wonder ……how can we love someone so much and then slowly, quietly without realizing what happened, not even think about them. 

How does love fade into mere cordial greetings and salutations?

And how do we explain something to our babies that we ourselves cannot fully understand?

I wonder… Is there someone out there who misses me?

I know I am missing a few friends from other seasons of my life. 

And I wonder about my responsibility in all of this? 

Do I need to invest?  Make a phone call? Drop a card? Stop by? 

“Self-imposed isolation” was a phrase a heard this week and it resonated ……in my very soul. 

And again I wondered…. Does anyone miss me? 

More importantly does Jesus miss me when I am in my self –imposed isolation? 

Trying to stay covered in the dust…. 

Knowing that means coming out of isolation ~Ch

The Story of Me.... Epilogue.... for now

My time with Aunt Fran was invaluable to my understanding of God’s grace to forgive all that I had experienced.  It was a unique situation but she discipled me that way that Jesus discipled his followers, by doing life together.  In doing so, she ingrained in me the need for real, authentic, transparent Christian community.  

This has become my passion….

mentoring, 

discipleship, 

small groups, 

community.  

To see those, who are where I once was, come into transformational relationship with Jesus is the cry of my heart. 

So, who am I?  

I am waiting to see. 

I am still working out my faith… daily, sometimes stumbling, but always looking forward.   

Today I have been married for almost 14 years to God’s gift to me.  

I am a mother of 3 amazing children who all seek to follow Christ and His call for their lives.  

I am the founding director of a  13 year old outreach ministry at my home church called Kids’ Closet, which                 I do strictly on a volunteer basis. 

I am the chair of the Adult Christian Education Committee, lead several small groups and engage in formal and informal mentoring of men and women of all ages. 

I am fully ordained by Church of God, Anderson as of June 2011.  

I obtained my Bachelor of Science degree in Christian Ministries from Mid-America Christian University in December of 2011. 

I have been blessed to teach at Western PA youth camp for the past 4 years and multiple other conferences and retreats.  

But my greatest title by far is 

a saved by grace child of The Most High God 

and it is on Him I trust and who I rely on to move me forward... 

while I stay covered in the dust of The Rabbi.

The Story of me.... Part 2

I am not sure why God is encouraging this testimony but He knows better than I.  

For a trip (pun completely intended) down memory lane, take your blinders off ......and away we go. 

I was a Sunday school drop off.  My parents instilled in me the traditional weekly obligation for church at an early age.  Whoever  was the most likely to be awake after Saturday night festivities would be the one who drove my little brother & I to Sunday school during my elementary years.   It was years before I knew there was more to the church building than the linoleum tiled basement where I learned about Jesus.  I was awed with the sanctuary when I finally did encounter it.  It was beautiful and not a place for the likes of me.... finger paint-covered, pig tailed, noisy shoed, drop off me.

My religious education came to an abrupt end when the pastor, a large, collared, gruff man, told me that I was not a good fit for the youth group because I was not willing to conform without question.  , It's not what he said, but what I heard was that I was not even good enough for Jesus to love. so, I easily bought into that lie and began to live that which was spoken over me.

I was a shell of a person, one who no one noticed, or paid attention to, or engaged with…. more ammunition for the Enemy when he whispered his lies.  I managed to navigate high school without major incident. Looking back, there was one event which further cemented my understanding of a God who loved only the  rightest, the beautiful, the best.  At 16, my cousin & I were invited to a very charismatic independent church in the area by a young man from marching band.  When we stepped in, there were banners flying and electric guitars, and an alter call that I went forward for.  I knew something was different but I didn’t have a Bible, I didn’t have a connection, I wasn’t shown the way.  I left there knowing that I had experienced the Divine, but I kept doing life the only way I knew how, alone. And no one noticed and no one cared.  

 It was during my first and only year away from home at college when I found what I believed to be freedom.  In reality it was the launch of all out warfare on my life.  My life was a cycle of dysfunction with alcoholism, addiction, abuse, & promiscuity.  At 19 a met a man, 19 years my senior, who I became involved with who further affirmed my lack of worth.  I stayed in a relationship, living with him for years, believing it was all I deserved.  Toward the end of nearly a decade together, I convinced him to have a baby with me.  Her birth was the best thing to have ever happened in my life yet it did nothing to change the dynamic of my relationship with her father as I had expected it would.  Actually, our relationship did change, for the worse.  I finally had a purpose and I was unwilling to endure abuse any longer.  I left on her 2^nd birthday with a police escort, in the dead of night and never looked back. 

We were homeless.  In rural Western PA homeless looks very different than stereotyped homelessness but I was 26, she was 2 and we were homeless.  We went to stay with an aunt, and I was still very frightened.  This aunt is not the kind who is related by blood but by love.  She loved Jesus and she loved us.  I fully intended to stay with her only until I could get a place of my own.  That temporary arrangement lasted nearly 2 years.  Gently, she introduced me to the love, true love of Jesus.  She taught me daily walking with Him.  She modeled obedience, submission, patience.  She showed me with her life how at times she wrestled with God and His will for her life and ours.  This was not the religion of my childhood, or the god who condemned my need for answers to tough questions.  I learned how to be submissive, patient, reliant, how to trust, respond, and accept the grace of The One True and Holy God.  

I was noticed. 

I was accepted.

I was loved....

dirty past, messy life, wounds and all.  I was loved.  

I am loved.... I cannot imagine choosing to return to that life that I once knew. I daily choose to remain in The One who know the number of hairs on my head and loves me anyway.  I have been found, healed and delivered from that which I was once enslaved to. And for that I give thanks daily.....

Covered in the dust.....

The story of me... part 1

It seems as if I tell this story often yet when I tried to find something I had written about it on my computer, there was nothing to be found.  Strange.

So here goes.

Today, I am covered in the dust of the Rabbi because I have learned there is Someone who does my life better than I do, Jesus.    

I make a daily choice to indulge in the fruit of The Spirit.  A daily choice to love, for joy, seeking peace, digging up patience, intentionally being kind, doing good, staying faithful, as gently as possible, with a constant check on myself.  It is not an easy task and often….very often, I fall short. 

Not making excuses but I am human and flawed.  (Surprised aren't you?)

But in addition to my human-ness and flaws, I have a soiled past that I am constantly struggling with and fighting against.  

I know that God uses all things for good  (Romans 8.28) and I know that He is doing just that in my life BUT much like Paul who was afflicted, I too am afflicted.  I am so thankful that His grace is sufficient! (2 Cor 12) 

Much like you cannot un-ring a bell, I cannot forget my past.  I can overcome it, I can manage it, I can deal with the repercussions of it but I cannot undo the life I have lived.  Some of my past experiences are a direct result of my own choosing and those are the most painful to remember.  But, some are due to the actions and choices of others; those are much easier to forgive.   Easier being a relative term. 

It is so difficult to put grace into words…. 

Even in my love affair with words, the challenge remains.  But, I guess if God were easy to understand He wouldn't be so majestic.  So, this is what I know. 

I am not the person I once was.  

The transformation is nothing short of divine.  When I share my testimony with those who know me now, I can see the struggle with comprehension.  When I encounter someone from my past they too struggle with comprehending the conversion.  Sometimes, I myself wonder how I have come to be the person I am today, this person was never even on the radar of the before Christ Christy.  

Who is she?  Not an easy answer.   

Where did she come from?  That is an easier question to answer, since that is what I know.  But revisiting the past is a precarious journey.  I am not afraid of becoming trapped  by the past, but pain is as real today as it when it first occurred.   The memories are my reality.  

If your are able and willing to make the trip with me, for the sake of others, we will embark soon.... 

In the mean time, I pray you stay covered in the dust of The Rabbi.

"Transformation"  

                                                    ~Victor Bregeda